I huddled in the dungeon, feeling the cold and silence of the winter nights. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This night is destined to be difficult to sleep.

I know that although I don't have a head on the ground during the day today, it's hard to say what will happen tomorrow.

The king agreed to my request for a duel, and tomorrow the largest arena in the capital will suspend the originally scheduled activities and be used exclusively for the two of us.

To be honest, I don't know why I suddenly made such a request to the king in the first place, and I don't think the king would understand, right?

As it stands, I still have Catherine's curse conditioning, and if he dies, I will die. The king himself is the contractor of the demon lord, and I am afraid that I have no chance of winning compared to him, and the best result is to die together, and I don't know what I am trying to do here.

The numbness in my arm is even stronger, and I don't know if I will be able to hold the sword tomorrow. I smiled wryly, it seems that God does not want to be on my side!

Thinking of this, I began to notice that the black fog around me was starting to fill again, and it seemed that Liszt was about to appear again.

Sure enough, the first thing he said when he saw me was, "Boy, I can't imagine that you haven't landed today?" Looks like you've figured it out too! ”

I glanced at him nonchalantly and said, "Tomorrow he wins, and I die; I won because his mother had cast a curse on me, and I had to die if he died. It seems that I have to die anyway, and it will only be one more day to live. ”

"Oh?" Liszt asked with interest: "In that case, what are you trying to do this?" ”

What am I drawing?

I don't know.

Maybe it's just that I'm unwilling to die and want to make a last stand.

Perhaps it was disgusted by what the king had done to me, and wanted to disgust him at the end.

Or maybe it......

Liszt looked at me as if he didn't know what he really thought, and suddenly said, "Boy, you just said that you had to die if he died, right?" So what if he was only severely paraplegic and fell into a state of suspended animation forever without consciousness? ”

I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard his words: What does this mean?

I saw Liszt smile slyly and stretched out his hand to the ground. I looked in the direction he was pointing and saw that it was the sapphire key he had dropped on the ground the day before.

He spoke slowly, "Boy, did you see that sapphire key?" I think in the perception of your generation, I am afraid that this is only a symbol of the 'friendship' between me and Laurie back then, right? But in fact, the red and blue keys were not created for such useless purposes, they originally came from the same gem, a gem that is both red and blue. ”

After listening to him, I knew that the origin of this key was not simple, and my attention was focused.

Liszt continued: "It is a strange gem, and it is precisely because it is so strange that it has a magical nature. All who come near it will be poisoned and hallucinated. That's why Laurie later ordered two parts of its different colors to be separated and reforged into two different keys to make it lose its magical nature. But once the two colors of gems come together again, it only takes a little magic to channel it, and it will have magic again. I think that as a status symbol, the new king will definitely carry the key of the ruby with him as his ancestors did. Tomorrow you take this sapphire with you, and if you use magic to guide it at the right time, you can make that little imp fall into that state of self-loss forever, I think it should be easy for you to do, right? ”

I was silent and didn't speak, but my hand involuntarily picked up the key. This key is exquisitely carved and has a perfect pattern on it. I asked, "Is it possible to recover after losing yourself?" ”

"Recovery?" Liszt frowned and recalled, "That's impossible...... After losing consciousness, the muscles will slowly atrophy and die until death...... But don't worry too much, the time from coma to death is controllable, up to three or five years...... Don't look at this for only three or five years, that's better than you dying tomorrow......"

I pondered what Liszt had said, and I couldn't help but think that it was worth exchanging the life of a Rand who had betrayed me and wanted to kill me for five years of my own freedom.

I've never lived by my own will, and it's time to try my freedom.

Thinking of this, my hand holding the key began to become harder, and I began to scratch involuntarily on the hard ground of the cage.

Rand von Alberger.

I couldn't help but recite in my heart the name I had carved on the ground: Tomorrow, we will make a final severance between us.

And the one who wins in the end must be me.

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